7.
Inside Drake's red Toyota Drake asked Bond, "Did
any of that seem strange to you?"
Bond replied, "If that Carter is the head brains
behind the operation, then he's very good at convincing us that he's not.
Anyway, India doesn't sound like the right place to me. With some of the
diseases they have there it would be too much of a hassle. Many other reasons
too. My choices would be maybe Russia, Afghanistan maybe, or the Chinese could
be backing him up."
Drake disagreed, "Not likely, were pretty sure
this is just a self employed job." They pulled in front of Bond's hotel.
"I'll do a little investigating tonight James, see ya' tomorrow"
Bond walked into the hotel and up to the front desk,
"Any mail for room 37?" The clerk turned around to look and said,
"I'm sorry. no mail"
Bond headed up to his room. he slid the key into the
slot and turned it. Inside the room seemed a little quiet, Lory must be asleep.
"Lory?", Bond yelled out. He glanced his head towards the ground. Oh
my god, he thought. There was Lory, naked on the floor. Bond walked up to her
and felt her pulse. She was dead! Bond reached for the phone and dialed up
Drake's number.
"Eddie, something big came up. Get over here
now, Lory is dead!"
***
Now Bond and Drake knew they were getting suspected,
by Carter? This was the question that flashed into both men's minds. Lory was
the one with all the information on Carter, maybe he killed her to rid them of
the information. It could have been a warning though, from someone else, that
they were next. Without Lory though, half of their information was gone. Now
with absolutely no leads, Bond and Drake drove to the pub to meet Carter and to
inform him about the death of Lory.
Once again Carter was sitting in his usual spot in
the pub, only today he was looking at some reports.
"Excuse me, Carter" Drake said, "But
we have something important that came up!"
Carter set the documents down and said, "As do
I!"
Drake started, "I believe you know Lory Harris
[Carter nodded] last night after I took James home, we found her in the hotel
room, naked and dead! We don't now who set it up, but that's why we came to
you."
"What
a coincidence, " Carter replied, "My story is very similar. Our
Italian friends, when they left, they were later found dead, in the alley. Very
unfortunate and unexpected. I have no idea who killed them, but whoever did
didn't want them to know my briefing. I have to watch out for myself, I have the
feeling that I am their next target. Now, if you excuse me, I have an
appointment with someone" Carter got up and tapped a man's shoulder. Bond
could not hear their conversation over the sound of the pub. He led the man to
a staircase and they climbed upstairs.
Bond ran out of the pub. There should be windows that
show the rooms upstairs. He looked up through the windows. So far no one. He
walked behind the pub. There in that window, was Carter and the man. Carter was
packing away metal canisters into a wool bag. He set it on the table and the
man collected it and smiled through his bushy white mustache. He handed Carter
a stack of cash and they both walked out of the room, smiling. Of course, Bond
thought.
Drake ran up behind Bond. "James what's wrong?"
"Its so simple, Carter is always at the pub
because he uses it as a place of business! That is where the heroin is being
sold! Now all we need to do is find out how it gets here. Carter is behind this
after all!"